Travels in the United States, etc.,: during 1849 and 1850./ By the Lady Emmeline Stuart Wortley.

PERSECUTION FROM MUSQUITOES.
tor, "that I took up the whole tray and flung it and the contents
in his ugly face." I am afraid there is generally method in this
pleaded madness of a moment, for its victims are commonly the
helpless and unresisting
Mr. had gone to see the jail, and he remarked some singularly ferocious-looking men, who proved to be Spaniards. "Ay,
they are right desperate chaps, them," exclaimed the jailer or
turnkey who accompanied him; "I reckon them furriners'ud
think no more of murdering a man right slick, nor you would of
walloping your nigger." But I am saying more than I intended
on this theme; and of all people in the world, the English have
the least right to find fault with the Americans for retaining still
the legacy which they had from England, that melancholy and
dangerous keepsake that was her gift-a gift forced on their
acceptance too.
I must confess one sees very original advertisements in their
papers sometimes. The other day this one caught my eye:
"To be sold immediately, a negro woman, and a case of damaged
Marseilles soap:" and often you see inules, carts, wheel-barrows,
negroes, and farming utensils, all huddled up together in a comprepensive advertisement. How comprehensive, alas! They do not
seem to think; but of one thing 1 feel quite certain, from many
observations I have made, f you had the power to liberate all the
slaves in the United States, you would find not a tenth, not aL
twentieth-perhaps not a hundredth part of them —would accept
their freedom from your hands.
I have had an almost sleepless night of musquito torment. The
housemaids assured me that the musquitoes hardly ever bite now,
-that their gay season was over, and that they were living very
retired lives; occupying their leisure, I suppose, in improving their
minds. If they would but learn to have a little philanthropy!
But they would perhaps answer, they "already like.man very
much indeed." Ah! it is quite a platter affection, a cupboard
love.
Hearing the satisfactory report I have quoted above, I left my
net rolled up last night, and was almost eaten up alive. I could
hardly sleep a wink the whole night, and passed its long hours
chiefly in the pleasant occupation of violently boxing myownl ears,
in ineffectual attempts to deal death and destruction at those unpitying tormentors. They are the most ubiquitous little monsters
in existence, and the most unkillable: you give yourself a blow
that might knock down the' Mammoth horse," and, though sore F
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